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sauce twinz - moon lyrics

[intro: sancho saucy]
(chamberlain, he’s got it)
get full off that gas, b+tch, 93 bags, full of that gas
get full off that gas, b+tch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon
get full off that gas, b+tch, 93 bags, then i go straight—

[verse 1: sancho saucy]
get full off that gas, b+tch, 93 bags, then i go straight to the moon
got a lil’ b+tch wanna eat my d+ck, she like, “sanchy, get a room”
then i looked at the b+tch like, “ho, you sl!ck, what i look like, boo+boo the fool?”
i’m a motherf+ckin’ pimp, i ain’t payin’ for sh+t, stupid b+tch better pay her dues
got tools on tools like mechanics
and them 7.62s automatic
got a whole gun store in the attic
put a body on the pole like a dancer
send a shooter through your roof like it’s santa
hurricane sh+t, n+gga, red bandanas
hit your b+tch with the hammer [?]
so many jewels, might knock [?]
get your groove back, she feeling like stella
mexican b+tch got bricks, griselda
but she’d rather break tricks, that’s elda
big bird, send hits, drop feathers
make a n+gga body drop, my pleasure
b+tch eat my d+ck with no hands, i’m a tesla
then i bodyslam the p+ssy, i’m a wrestler, uh
ride in the whip with the tool on
had school [?] n+gga, guess what i do? get head in the school zone
and everybody seen the b+tch give me head when the light was on red ’cause the motherf+ckin’ roof gone
k!ll a n+gga, put the motherf+ckin’ noose on
and you ain’t even gotta lace your boots on
any n+gga try to fight, p+ssy boy die tonight
this a motherf+ckin’ shootin’ zone, ooh
i was gon’ stop, but i keep goin’
i be at the studio while my ho hoein’
b+tch came back, froze one arm
another b+tch came back, froze two arms
got ’em lookin’ like sandra p, what is you on?
two white b+tches on the futon
b+tches pay me, no coupon
puerto rican b+tches love me like i’m big pun
bought the maybach, i’m a big don
n+gga got sauce like kim son
so h+town, call me enron
n+gga cross me, that’s an and+one
take a n+gga soul like [?]
and i’m pimpin’ on a b+tch, that’s for sh+t sure
if it’s smoke, then i’m lightin’ up the crisco
diamonds dancin’ on my neck, b+tch, disco
[interlude: sancho saucy]
okay, i’m done, f+ck it
ahh

[verse 2: sauce walka]
psych
walk put sw+ngers on a big bike
poured a whole twelve in a lil’ sprite
sung on a b+tch, mcknight
called up virgil, got my ‘fit right
my shirt green, but it’s off+white
my car look like a house, right
backseat long like a couch, right
hurt a n+gga b+tch, made her ouch, right
louis v bathrobe
i f+cked the b+tch with a louis v mask on
my louis v flag on
her p+ssy supreme, we get our collab on
i’m drippy the dragon
i drip out to asia and show her my bag long
my b+tch on a cash phone
she take a few pictures and [?] apps on
subscribe with your card on
she poppin’ that ass and it gave you a hard+on
my bentley is hard on
and you done paid for it [?] from your smartphone
i spit like a harpoon
when i’m on the track eatin’ white shark, holmes
the f+ck you done drunk on?
you big on that liquor, get your ass shrunk, holmes
ooh+wee

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